Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

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“Very good, boys,” Daphne praises us from her place on the bed, her breaths becoming heavier, as slick flows from between her legs.

By the time Julian and Sol have stripped Magnus and I down to our underthings, all four of us are sporting twitching, throbbing erections; my knot already beginning to swell at the base of my cock.

“Julian, darling, I’m going to need your expertise over here,” Daphne pants, extending her arms toward him from her place at the edge of the bed.

“Get rid of those pesky clothes of yours and come lay down.” She smooths the sheets beside her as Julian scrambles out of his slacks and boxer briefs—shucking his silk shirt without care onto the floor.

“Sol, you better get over here, too. I think I’m going to need you and Julian to help.” She leans back into a pile of pillows spreading her legs wide to give Sol and Julian unfettered access to her slick pussy.

On instinct I start moving forward, but Daphne wags a finger in the air—clicking her tongue.

“Tch, tch! I didn’t tell you or Magnus to move yet. For now, you two can stand and watch,” Daphne scolds.

Magnus and I watch keenly, frozen in place as Daphne welcomes both Julian and Sol between her golden thighs; the pair lavishing their dual attentions on her dripping sex—their tongues overlapping as they both lap at her honeyed petals and swollen clit.

“C-cosmo,” she stutters slightly, struggling to keep her voice even as Sol slips two fingers inside her, beneath his and Julian’s swirling tongues.

“I want to see you give Magnus a little help on your knees,” she puffs, her hands reaching down. Her right hand twines her fingers through Sol’s golden mane, her left hand weaving into Julian’s fiery curls.

I feel a throb, my knot growing larger against the tight fabric of my boxer briefs as I drop to my knees before Magnus.

Magnus holds the point of my chin in his hands as I pull his boxers down, his hard cock with its massive, dusky-rose knot directly in front of my face.

“Open up, like a good boy,” Daphne moans from the bed, clearly visible to both Magnus and I as I open my mouth.

Magnus sucks air in through his teeth, handling his hard cock and helping it past my waiting lips.

I look up at him, laying in a few moments of searing eye contact as I begin to suck him.

Daphne lets out another whine of pleasure as I bob my head, taking Magnus deeper into my mouth—nearly to my throat; his hand still clamped hard around his knot as I attempt to bring the perfect ‘O’ of my lips all the way down to his knuckles.

“Julian, lay on your back, darling,” Daphne huffs and puffs, slithering out from beneath Julian and Sol. Julian does as she asks, adjusting himself so that his head dangles off the edge of the bed, his red curls cascading to the floor.

I break my eye contact with Magnus—both of us redirecting our gazes to the bed as I continue to give him head.

“Magnus looks like he’s almost ready, but Cosmo needs a little help, and I need a little stretch before the main event tonight.” Daphne winks at us, clamoring over Julian so that she straddles him—his massive hard cock pressed at her glistening wet pussy.

Julian lifts his head to look at Daphne hovering over him before she gives him a gentle shove—forcing his head to loll back over the bed’s edge once more.

I slow my motions, awaiting her explicit instructions—my cock hard and my knot already half full from this little group romp.

“Cosmo, come over here.” She gestures to the space between her and Sol.

I move, perhaps a little too eagerly—nearly tripping over myself as I manage to climb onto the bed. Sol has to stifle a laugh as I clumsily shimmy into the open space in the sheets—Sol’s erection standing at attention as he navigates his way between my legs to provide the help Daphne mentioned earlier.

“Good boy, Sol,” Daphne cajoles Sol, gently pushing his head down—forcing my cock nearly to the back of his throat.

I moan as Daphne and I watch Sol suck my cock—the room growing thicker with our combined scents with each passing second.

“Magnus, come over here and use Julian’s mouth to stay nice and hard. I’m going to need you at full strength for what’s next,” Daphne instructs sweetly.

As he’s told, Magnus moves to the edge of the bed, gently supporting Julian—cradling the crown of Julian’s head as Magnus begins to fuck Julian’s face.

“You’re all such good listeners,” Daphne compliments us—a throaty moan escaping her as she slides down the first few inches of Julian’s massive cock.

“Isn’t it so much nicer when we all get along,” she sighs, taking Julian to the hilt inside her; Julian’s moan buzzing around Magnus’ cock.

For a good while we continue like this—Sol sucking me off, Magnus fucking Julians face while Daphne rides Julian’s stiff cock—his length stretching and churning deep inside of her; her slick thick and creamy as it drips over his balls.


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